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'Oh yay, an overprotective bodyguard...' Amadeo thought to himself as the man came and sat next to him. When he cleared his throat, he looked lazily over in the other mans direction, listening to his short sentence. Deus sighed, and held up his two shot glasses and yelled to the bartender "Refill please!" before turning back and looking the man in the eye for a moment. "If you must... though you haven't quite shown yourself to be as interesting as your... employer?" he responded, venturing his words to what he thought he already knew. "To answer your first question that I'm sure your going to ask indirectly, no, I'm not here to kill anybody."